Greek story background: The Greek Mycenaeian king Agamemnon shot and killed the sacred deer of Artemis, the goddess of hunting, before he led his army on an expedition. The offended goddess of the hunt was furious, and she kept the sea against the wind, making it impossible for the army ships to move forward and complete the crusade. Only by sacrificing his eldest daughter Iphigenia as a sacrifice can he be forgiven by the goddess.
Trust me, you must never watch The Death of the Sacred Deer! The soundtrack is eerie and eerie, and in the end, Colin Farrell's masked Russian compass technique directly created the most terrifying picture of the year.
Director Yorgos Lanthimos, you'd better go and watch his "The Lobster", after all, it won't keep you awake. The strangeness of "The Death of the Sacred Deer" is everywhere: the well-off middle-class family looks happy and respectful to each other, but in fact, the undercurrent is surging. The dialogue between them is always only one tone, no emotion, and unusually polite. The male doctor is the absolute leader in the family. He is always the same, but his heart is actually weak and incompetent, escaping from reality. He caused a medical accident because of his drinking, which led to the anger of the goddess of hunting. Martin is the embodiment of the goddess, bringing the curse here. family. The son and daughter have been paralyzed one after another, and modern medical techniques are helpless. The male doctor and the female lead are on the verge of despair. The doctor kidnapped Martin and wanted to stop the spread of the curse, but found that it was useless. Only by obeying the arrangement of ancient Greek mythology and sacrificing a person could stop the curse. The son represents obedience, and the daughter, although scheming, represents cleverness and retreat. The wife said we could have another one, and she kissed Martin's feet and let him go. The death of his son is inevitable. How can an innocent child stop the beasts that have inflated human desires?
Finally, the family without a son met Martin in the restaurant, and the daughter, who had had her feet for no reason, ate French fries filled with bloody ketchup, as if to say that we had finished the sacrifice, we had finished our self-redemption, and The heroine and the hero looked at Martin, as if declaring a kind of spiritual victory.
The picture is weird.
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